Lyrics:
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five
much where we're going
Just a little bit of love to get us by
Goodbye, we're on our way
You and I, we got it made
Throw your gold into a wishing well
pause)
[Kurupt]
Walkin', talkin', gangsta G
D.P.G, seein' sob said uncomplete me
The homies at the local swapmeet
Dippin' through the hood, gold
I used to swear I'd die alone
No one could fence me in
That wedding vows were out of style
And bands of gold don't fit
But she made me a believer
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
damages
But the six by nines, they can't handle this
I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck
This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up
Fake
sweaters in the sink
Now the chain and my watch is gold Dweller with the link
I'm making cheddar, what you think?
Gettin' better by the blink
Let's save
from beyond my cornbread made by Jiffy and we don't do Krusteaz
(?) gang them swishers and them mouths you keep away from me
We full of lean shout out
about yo baracade
Chillin' in the cut gold bottles yea that Ace of Spade
Summer 16 I bet you goin' hear my songs played
So hit a nigga now if you really
diamonds, too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I
Rage
Rage
Rage
Rage
Take a ride in my gold Maserati
Top down, doing work that's my hobby
Bad bitches they can meet me in the lobby
a hearse with a trailer hitch
Never seen a hearse with a trailer hitch
Started my day
Giving away
All of my baseball cards
It felt so good by the afternoon
a free one...
If you wan't it baby just
tell the world to give it up
feel this better sweet love
we just want to live it up
don't pass me by, let me
reckless
Which one? Your life or that gold necklace
Could niggas soul check it?
And all my life I been so patient
They say "life is what you make" so
the man
But when I picked up my guitar boys
Things just got out of hand
Well first came gold records
Then came Hollywood
A lot of long legged women
I done
Compromised by the truth she already committed
Stressing so what I'm pose to do now
Ride around the city with my feelings in the clouds double tapping all ya
Brown water brushes, up against boulders
On Galveston Island sits my buddy John
He's been in the shop, fixing up furniture
Damaged by floods that
When I went down to old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
The drinks we all served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Up the bar, I saw
a nigga like a fuckin' ash
Two twins, Mary-Kate, Ash' (yeah)
Two dicks up a bitches ass
My dick, my Glock, girl (uh)
That's what I mean by that (yeah)
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